> > One day he was walking down the High Street and he noticed a young lady of
> > his congregation sitting in a pub drinking beer.
> >
> > The reverend wasn't happy. He walked through the open door of the pub and
> > sat down next to the woman.
> >
> > "Mrs Fitzgerald," he said sternly. "This is no place for a member of my
> > congregation. Why don't you let me take you home?"
> > "Sure," she said with a slur, obviously very drunk.
> >
> > When Mrs Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and
> > forth. The reverend realised that she'd had far too much to drink and
> > grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance
> > and tumbled to the floor.
> >
> > After rolling around for a few moments, the reverend wound up on top of
> Mrs
> > Fitzger ald, her skirt hiked up to her waist.
> >
> > The pub landlord looked over and said, "Oi Mate, we won't have any of that
> > carrying on in this pub."
> >
> > The reverend looked up at the landlord and said, "But you don't
> understand,
> > I'm Pastor Flapps."
> >
> > The landlord nodded and said, "Oh well, if you're that far in, you might
> as
> > well finish."Statistics: Posted by Bovine Juice — Wed Jan 26, 2005 2:47 pm
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